It's what he wants, when he wants it, regardless of anything else ... like the fact that it's not his computer
not his printer
not his business
not his job
not his desk... shall I continue?
When I left the Muppet Daily News office Saturday afternoon - after working my day off, but I digress - Everything was hunky dorry and set up for Statler and Waldorf, who had to work Monday (I was off for Labor Day ... they were off Friday).
So before I walked out the door Saturday afternoon, I made sure everything was set up the way they needed it to do their work.
The computer was on the screen they needed.
The printer was working fine.
I left Scooter instructions to let them into the building (because of the holiday, the main door was locked and, despite several lessons, the "security code" entry falls outside the realm of what they can handle)
Taking the time to do that, I knew (ha!) everything was going to be fine and dandy while i was out, and no Muppet-headaches this morning.
WRONGO!!!!
I would have been correct in my guess ... but I didn't factor in the Pepe-factor.
Pepe the King Prawn rules the world.
Well, in his head he does, but since he is all-knowing, he believes we believe he rules the world too.
We smile and nod a lot at Pepe. He's "special."
But Monday, Pepe took it upon himself to work at MY desk, on MY computer, and change how everything was set up to print to MY printer.
Why?
Because he's Pepe, the King Prawn and that entitles him to do it.
(I think that's how he justifies it in his head).
Besides, if he isn't working at screwing up my computer and printer, how can he subtlely search through everything on my desk?
You know.. because National Muppet Security is at risk, yanno.
(Pepe is not only the King Prawn ... he's also a delusional Prawn).
I'd get offended by the searching of my desk, but why bother?
It won't help.
It won't make him stop.
It won't make anyone else make him stop.
If anything, I think if he wants to search through my desk, he should have to file everything he touches.
Fair enough? I think so.
So Pepe the King Prawn, while "working" at my desk, reconfigured the printer so that it doesn't print from the proper paper-source.
He made it print from where HE thought it should.
(The paper-source was changed by us for a reason ... this old fossil printer ... circa 2001? ... wore out the paperfeed Pepe switched it back to ... so we had to redirect ... but what do we know? We're not King Prawns.)
Pepe also decided to run random reports he will never look at and - despite being asked multiple times - left the computer mid-report.
Statler and Waldorf don't know how to get the computer back to the program they use from Pepe's report screen. He knows that. He didn't care. He left it there. He does that all the time. He's the King Prawn, after all....
Which meant this morning, I had to scramble to get Statler and Waldorf's data entry put into the computer ... because they couldn't do it yesterday (thanks to Pepe) and they work at the rate that paint dries, so if I wanted to get to do MY job before lunch, I had to do theirs first.
But that's okay ... I really didn't NEED to do my work.
What Pepe the King Prawn wanted is much more important.
Because he's that special.
He's a legend in his own mind.
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